This was the very last nonsense the city needed at the moment. The murder itself was gruesome and a terrible tragedy, but such things happened in large cities, especially in cities where dogs roamed in packs through the night streets. Especially when other things walked the night. But their involvement was impossible, they were bound by the agreements of the Council. George pushed that from his mind. The matter would have to be discussed in Council, there was no way around that, but he doubted that any would be stupid enough to do such a thing.
Either way, Horrigan was a fool to publish such a story, and he would have to be spoken to. Spoken to most sternly, as would his editor if such things could not be stopped at the roots. And, he supposed, it would have to be him to do it.
He had the Morning Chronicle in hand as he walked into the newspaper's offices, "I am here to see Mr Horrigan. It is a most urgent matter." He told the member of staff at the closest desk in a crisp and angry tone.